Hany
A tiny fear of losing or death,
In between where courage lives.
Loving someone on each breath,
And to keep their memories in archive.
How winsome is the moment of dying!
Where you are completely in gratis.
A busy mind will always keep lying,
Where I love my hany in my lattice.
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